Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.